neck and onto her face. Pulling the blanket over her head, she groaned.
“We’ll be ready, Steven .” The mirth in Roan’s voice was clear.
“Jeez.”
“No need for that, sweetheart.” The blanket was pulled away to reveal Roan’s wide grin, those light eyes dancing with humor. “We’ve just found each other. Not keeping our hands to ourselves is expected.”
She glared at him. “I have no problem with public displays of affection. But I’d rather not have an audience when a simple kiss can get out of hand.”
“There’s nothing simple about kissing you, sweetheart.” His eyes began to glow with white heat as he reached out, his index finger softly touching her lips.
She drew in a shuddering breath at both the look and the touch. “You know what I mean.”
“Yes, I do. But I find I have become quite addicted to the taste of you, Rivera and have no desire to be cured of it.” He leaned down again and gave her a quick, but no less thorough, kiss. “Makes me wonder what tasting the rest of you will do to me.”
Rivera nearly bit her tongue off to keep from making a sound . T he warmth from his lips linger ed after he pulled away.
“Why don’t you go freshen up? We’ll be landing soon.”
Bringing her chair back to its upright position, she stood, glad her legs were steady as she handed him the blanket. “You do realize that addiction can go both ways, don’t you?” She wasn’t about to let him get by with that comment without saying something.
A sharp indrawn breath was her answer as Roan clearly remembered just what she had tasted the night before. She gave him a sultry smile, trailing a lone finger down his chest as she passed by him. His low groan followed her down the short aisle on the way to the small lavatory. She totally ignored the man and woman in the back seats. Her mind was completely on getting the upper hand on her True Mate . And having won that round, she couldn’t contain a little giggle as she opened the narrow door.
Once in the tiny restroom, Rivera did her business. After washing her hands, she splashed a little water on her face then used some to cut down on the static in her hair, finger combing the long locks. Straightening her clothes and making sure all was presentable, she took one last look in the room’s mirror . Satisfied, she then stepped out. Before she could get back to her seat, a hand shot out and wrapped tightly around her right wrist. She jerked with startlement, trying to pull away as she looked over to see Peridot eyes glowing with anger at her.
“You would really let him murder your mother and I? After all we’ve done for you?” Ian spat at her.
“Release me,” she demanded. H is grip only got tighter; the bones in her wrist beg an to grind together. She couldn’t hold back the gasp of pain.
“Unless you want to prove undeniably that Lupus can’t fly, I would greatly suggest you let my True Mate go. Now, Ian.” Roan’s voice was low and deadly, his gaze burn ed with lethal intent.
Looking at the man she had once called dad, Rivera felt somewhat saddened that there was a complete stranger staring back at her. A man who only resembled the one who ’d raised her. But now that she thought about it, her “dad” didn’t really exist, did he? He was a carefully constructed persona to keep up appearances. The same could be said for the woman at his side . Swiftly sifting through her memories was proof these two individuals were never her parents. They were two adults she had lived with that kept her fed, clothed, and sheltered.
A calculated and thoughtful expression came onto Ian’s face . It glowed from his shrewd light green eyes as he gazed at Roan, then at her . Further proof that any rights he claimed to have as a parent were gone. He and his Mate had hurt her, had tried to kill her time and again when she was young. They were still hurting her to save themselves. She owed neither of them her loyalty , or even her pity. It was time Ian
“We’ll be ready, Steven .” The mirth in Roan’s voice was clear.
“Jeez.”
“No need for that, sweetheart.” The blanket was pulled away to reveal Roan’s wide grin, those light eyes dancing with humor. “We’ve just found each other. Not keeping our hands to ourselves is expected.”
She glared at him. “I have no problem with public displays of affection. But I’d rather not have an audience when a simple kiss can get out of hand.”
“There’s nothing simple about kissing you, sweetheart.” His eyes began to glow with white heat as he reached out, his index finger softly touching her lips.
She drew in a shuddering breath at both the look and the touch. “You know what I mean.”
“Yes, I do. But I find I have become quite addicted to the taste of you, Rivera and have no desire to be cured of it.” He leaned down again and gave her a quick, but no less thorough, kiss. “Makes me wonder what tasting the rest of you will do to me.”
Rivera nearly bit her tongue off to keep from making a sound . T he warmth from his lips linger ed after he pulled away.
“Why don’t you go freshen up? We’ll be landing soon.”
Bringing her chair back to its upright position, she stood, glad her legs were steady as she handed him the blanket. “You do realize that addiction can go both ways, don’t you?” She wasn’t about to let him get by with that comment without saying something.
A sharp indrawn breath was her answer as Roan clearly remembered just what she had tasted the night before. She gave him a sultry smile, trailing a lone finger down his chest as she passed by him. His low groan followed her down the short aisle on the way to the small lavatory. She totally ignored the man and woman in the back seats. Her mind was completely on getting the upper hand on her True Mate . And having won that round, she couldn’t contain a little giggle as she opened the narrow door.
Once in the tiny restroom, Rivera did her business. After washing her hands, she splashed a little water on her face then used some to cut down on the static in her hair, finger combing the long locks. Straightening her clothes and making sure all was presentable, she took one last look in the room’s mirror . Satisfied, she then stepped out. Before she could get back to her seat, a hand shot out and wrapped tightly around her right wrist. She jerked with startlement, trying to pull away as she looked over to see Peridot eyes glowing with anger at her.
“You would really let him murder your mother and I? After all we’ve done for you?” Ian spat at her.
“Release me,” she demanded. H is grip only got tighter; the bones in her wrist beg an to grind together. She couldn’t hold back the gasp of pain.
“Unless you want to prove undeniably that Lupus can’t fly, I would greatly suggest you let my True Mate go. Now, Ian.” Roan’s voice was low and deadly, his gaze burn ed with lethal intent.
Looking at the man she had once called dad, Rivera felt somewhat saddened that there was a complete stranger staring back at her. A man who only resembled the one who ’d raised her. But now that she thought about it, her “dad” didn’t really exist, did he? He was a carefully constructed persona to keep up appearances. The same could be said for the woman at his side . Swiftly sifting through her memories was proof these two individuals were never her parents. They were two adults she had lived with that kept her fed, clothed, and sheltered.
A calculated and thoughtful expression came onto Ian’s face . It glowed from his shrewd light green eyes as he gazed at Roan, then at her . Further proof that any rights he claimed to have as a parent were gone. He and his Mate had hurt her, had tried to kill her time and again when she was young. They were still hurting her to save themselves. She owed neither of them her loyalty , or even her pity. It was time Ian
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